They found it at the very bottom of the garden and she instantly forbade them to touch it. Then banned them from the bottom third.
Over the coming days her mind kept wandering to it, her head and eyes kept looking down the garden toward it, her feet strayed off path a few times, just for a moment, before she remembered her own rules.
On the ninth day, though, she gave in.
In a trance, she walked smoothly down the garden, her children watching from the window. They were the only witnesses, no one ever really believed them.
“She’s inside.”
Over the coming days her mind kept wandering to it, her head and eyes kept looking down the garden toward it, her feet strayed off path a few times, just for a moment, before she remembered her own rules.
On the ninth day, though, she gave in.
In a trance, she walked smoothly down the garden, her children watching from the window. They were the only witnesses, no one ever really believed them.
“She’s inside.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
must be a case of curiosity killing the cat. too bad the children had bear witness.
ReplyDeleteJim, It looks like no one else has the nerve to go near it either. They'll just list her as a missing person. Only her children will ever know. Well written. : ) ---Susan
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